Bored to life,
Hard and alive,
In bed with his wife.
They read in the light,
They kiss eachother good night.
He sleeps holding her tight
But she thinks of someone who might de-flower her right.
At sunrise they fight,
In the evening they might...
But lately not quite.
So he tries every night
Though she declines him at sight.
He's name is Kyle,
His wife, in a while,
Hasn't shown even one smile...
They sleep in the bedroom,
She cries in the bathroom
And nothing they've said has ever been true...
